LOGINI glanced back at the living room, relieved to find it mercifully free of scattered documents and files. āUhmāyeah⦠sure, come in,ā I stuttered. I wasnāt even sure what I was saying anymore. All I knew was that I wanted him to stay. He handed me the bouquet of rosesāmy favorite. Of course they were. āThank you,ā I murmured, my fingers brushing his as I took them. āHowāve you been?ā he asked softly. āGood. Iāve been good.ā A lie. A fragile one. āYouāve been ignoring my calls.ā āI wasnāt ignoring them, IāI was justā¦ā My voice faded as the excuse dissolved before it could even form. āElizabeth,ā he whispered, stepping closer. āIāve been a mess without you. I miss you. I need you.ā His hot breath skimmed my skin, sending a shiver straight through me, my stomach fluttering traitorously. I pressed my palm lightly against his chest, trying to push him back, trying to remember my pride. āCharles, if thatās all you came to say, then I think you should leave.ā Instead, he pulled me
I hurried upstairs to Richardās room, straight to the exact spot where Iād seen the mirror. I pushed it. It gave a faint, protesting groan. The mirror resisted me, heavier than it looked, as though it had been guarding its secret for years. My arms strained as I pushed harder, my heart thudding violently in my chest. I had to know what was behind it. Finally, it shifted. Sweat beaded on my forehead as the mirror slid aside, revealing what Richard had so carefully hidden. A safe. Cold. Steel-gray. Built straight into the wall like it had grown there. Its surface was smooth, unmarked, almost arrogant in its silence. No scratches. No dust. Just a small keypad glowing faintly, as though it were aliveāwaiting. Iād never seen this safe while I was married to him. That bastard had always been as secretive as a sealed tomb. Several buttons lined the front, neat and precise. A password was required. That was a problem. āWhat could this bastard have used for the password
The next morningā āHow long are we going to stay in that school?ā Jessica asked, angling her phone just right as she snapped yet another selfie. Her stylist hovered close, blending foundation with practiced precision. āWeāll be there for just two hours, maāam. You know this event is practically a tradition for you,ā her manager replied patiently. Jessica yanked her face away, irritation flashing across her features. āTwo hours?ā she scoffed. āYou know I canāt put up an act for more than one.ā Every year, without fail, Jessica maintained a carefully curated traditionāvisiting schools and orphanage homes, donating essentials, smiling for the cameras. It wasnāt compassion that drove her; it was optics. Charity, to her, was simply another role she played convincingly. āListen, Jessica,ā her manager lowered his voice. āThe Peopleās Choice Awards are coming up. With all these donations, you could easily win the publicās heart. Humanitarian of the Year isnāt far-fetched.ā Jessi
Chapter 41: Aurora āTake this shit to the trashāburn it all!ā Richard barked at Maria. āYes, sir,ā she replied instantly, scrambling toward the roses, her hands shaking as she gathered them. He turned sharply. āListen carefully, Maria. You saw nothing tonight. You heard nothing. Understood?ā āY-yes, sir,ā she stuttered, clutching the flowers as she hurried back into the kitchen. Jessicaās voice trembled. āWhat do we do now, Richard?ā Fear clung to her face, etched into every tight line and darting glance. Richard dragged his hands through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. His breathing was heavy, ragged with fury and confusion. āSomeone is playing games with us. I know it,ā he growled. āAnd I swear, the day I find out who it is, Iāll cut off their head and feed whatās left to the dogs.ā Jessica laughed softlyāhollow, unhinged. āNow you see? You finally see that Iām not crazy. Iāve been saying this all along.ā Richard clenched his fists until his knuckles whitened, the
Chapter 40 : She's back We finally arrived at the movies after a few minutes of painfully awkward silence in the car. The moment I stepped out, a harsh blast of cold air slapped my skin. I instantly regretted not bringing my jacket. Then, suddenly, warmth. A jacket draped over my shoulders. āItās freezing,ā Charles murmured softly as he walked ahead. My heart did a strange, unreasonable flip. Don Julio turned back with a mischievous smirkāone of those āI told you soā looks only he could pull off, before heading inside with Charles. I pressed my lips together. My godfather definitely knew what he was doing. The movie room was packed, buzzing with chatter, heat, and the smell of popcorn. I hated crowded places, but being with Don Julio somehow made it tolerable. He took the seat at the end of the row. I moved to sit beside him, but someone slipped into the spot before I could. I shot the person a lethal glare. āBonita, itās okay,ā Julio said calmly. āSit beside Cha
Chapter 39 I was busy putting the final touches on my present for Richard when my phone buzzed sharply against the table. I glanced at the screenāChuka, my private investigator. My heartbeat hammered so hard it echoed in my ears. I picked up. āHello.ā āHello, maāam⦠itās done. I have her.ā For a moment, everything around me stilled. Then my lips curled into a slow, victorious smile. Finally. I wasnāt going to let Richard win anymore. Not this time. Not ever again. And I would make damn sure he never got anywhere near Vanessaās mother. āThank you, Chuka. Take her to my home in Albany. Iāll arrange for a private nurse and doctor to take care of her. Iāll come see her tomorrow. Make sure sheās safe⦠and comfortable.ā āNo problem, maāam.ā The call ended, but my fingers stayed wrapped tightly around my phone, knuckles turning white. My mind ran wild with all the ways I would deal with Richard, how Iād make him and that stupid wife of his finally feel the pain they had caused m







